fastened our minds to the oar,
and we fastened our minds to the sail -
spoke closer of home from far away
than it was spoken of as neighbours' might
and did - waxed prodding from the sirens'
wail, and those that did not hear it,
were worth a pigsty and Circe's salivation -
so thus Odysseus, unlike Eiríkr ᚦ-/-Þorvaldsson
kept reminded of a jargon of poets -
who too would escape the Minotaur's jaw
clinging shut, had the opportunity provided itself;
Circe's saliva as poets' blood-worth-of-ink,
that too, is something worth a mention;
but of course the reminder: had it happened -
but it didn't - never after the before
the already felt, skin peppered or salted with
itchy northern wind to seek out an expression of smile
being encountered.